I speak: Each time I write something for this it gets shorter and
shorter...probably because I'm pathetic and still trying to avoid writing a
lemon...arrgh.
Warnings: This is slash! Idea taken from Utena! I don't own anything from
the Harry Potter series!
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The Rose Bride- Part 3
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Harry Potter groaned as he awoke once again. This time, he immediately became uncomfortably aware of his surroundings. No, it did not look good. Harry Potter, the-Boy-Who-Lived, Savior of the wizarding world was worried, very worried in fact. For as he woke up he found himself tied down to a bed and face-to-face, with no other than his worst enemy (excepting Voldermont, of course), Draco Malfoy.
"Oh fuck." Harry muttered fearfully. What was going on?
Malfoy smirked and shrugged with amusement, "Well, I hadn't planned on 'that' yet, Harry, but if you insist..."
"Wha? I men-erm-I-don't-what?" Harry gurgled, while blushing furiously.
Malfoy smirked again, and brought his face in uncomfortably close to Harry's own, "The name's Draco, Harry. Draco."
Harry stared at the face that was inches from his own. Silver eyes were peering into his own intently, incredibly penetratingly, demanding Harry's complete attention. Harry gave in and looked the eyes closely, more carefully than he'd ever looked at anything. It seemed to Harry as though an eternity passed, before Draco, he was most certainly Draco now, pulled back.
"So, Harry, what type of ring would you like?" Draco asked calmly.
"What?" Harry really wasn't able to speak properly today.
"Well, after all, we are engaged...Harry. You are now my Rose Bride, remember?"
Harry blinked in terror and confusion. Oh damn, oh damn. What the hell was going on? He glanced around helplessly, and was once again reminded of the fact that he was tied down...on a bed.... and his shirt was conspicuously missing. Harry's eyes widened in absolute horror.
Draco laughed and said, "No, Harry. Don't look like that...we haven't done anything...." He smiled at Harry's continued confusion and brought his face one again closer to Harry's horror stricken face and added, "yet."
The word lingered on Harry's mouth for a second, and tingled wonderfully, and Harry lost himself in the feeling, and was unaware that Draco's face was getting closer and closer to his own, until he felt soft lips press insistently into his own....
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Me again: Once again, I apologize for the crappiness of this fic *cries* Please have pity on me and leave me reviews/comments anyway...
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The Rose Bride- Part 3
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Harry Potter groaned as he awoke once again. This time, he immediately became uncomfortably aware of his surroundings. No, it did not look good. Harry Potter, the-Boy-Who-Lived, Savior of the wizarding world was worried, very worried in fact. For as he woke up he found himself tied down to a bed and face-to-face, with no other than his worst enemy (excepting Voldermont, of course), Draco Malfoy.
"Oh fuck." Harry muttered fearfully. What was going on?
Malfoy smirked and shrugged with amusement, "Well, I hadn't planned on 'that' yet, Harry, but if you insist..."
"Wha? I men-erm-I-don't-what?" Harry gurgled, while blushing furiously.
Malfoy smirked again, and brought his face in uncomfortably close to Harry's own, "The name's Draco, Harry. Draco."
Harry stared at the face that was inches from his own. Silver eyes were peering into his own intently, incredibly penetratingly, demanding Harry's complete attention. Harry gave in and looked the eyes closely, more carefully than he'd ever looked at anything. It seemed to Harry as though an eternity passed, before Draco, he was most certainly Draco now, pulled back.
"So, Harry, what type of ring would you like?" Draco asked calmly.
"What?" Harry really wasn't able to speak properly today.
"Well, after all, we are engaged...Harry. You are now my Rose Bride, remember?"
Harry blinked in terror and confusion. Oh damn, oh damn. What the hell was going on? He glanced around helplessly, and was once again reminded of the fact that he was tied down...on a bed.... and his shirt was conspicuously missing. Harry's eyes widened in absolute horror.
Draco laughed and said, "No, Harry. Don't look like that...we haven't done anything...." He smiled at Harry's continued confusion and brought his face one again closer to Harry's horror stricken face and added, "yet."
The word lingered on Harry's mouth for a second, and tingled wonderfully, and Harry lost himself in the feeling, and was unaware that Draco's face was getting closer and closer to his own, until he felt soft lips press insistently into his own....
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Me again: Once again, I apologize for the crappiness of this fic *cries* Please have pity on me and leave me reviews/comments anyway...